Oh no!  it’s the gull chick season again! Just look what I found under the car  a couple of hours ago. I christened him Fudgie. I think that was a mistake.

The gulls nest on our chimneys every year despite our best efforts with metal spikes and toy pop-guns. The year before last was particularly horrendous when first one chick fell into the garden, then another on to our lower roof. All summer long, we endured a state of inter-species warfare. The parent gulls dive-bombed us every time we ventured outside, and we took to going out in twos, brandishing brooms and umbrellas.  The cats were terrified and I had to keep smelly litter trays inside..

But just look at his brave little face, and his little fluffy bits, still wet from where he fell out of the egg.  I feel so mean at being nasty to his mum and dad. (Not that they notice!)